Monday, December 19, 2011

You will probably won't hear this announcementbecause you are busy moving your mouth andyou are the percentages rank at the lower averagesthat lack open mind men so Of course you'll will never pay attention poets messagesyou get more convo, from Quevo, Hennessy and your Newport'sbeing the loudest in the back row, choking and heavy smokepretending your profession is ESPN sports

But let us switch placesnext up to the mic with the loudest facesNow mind youyou ain't getting paid for thisso all that talking and interruptingTry doing it in front of my audiencesee I'll be in the back, doing laughing and talking attackswhile you trying to do your thangwhich is poetic slanguage in the form of ignorant crap

So did you get the message?Can you tell me the title of first line of my introI guess you didn't get the text message about this being a open mic flowwhat did you say was your name was and level of education brooh now I got your attentionyou all in your feelingsand wanting me later at the front door

See if I needed ad libs or sound effects to my piecesI'll know who to come to but since you aren't part of my show or any of my piecesshut the fuck up dudeor Mz rude, the loud tipsy chick talking over youI know this is your around the way bar or loungebut can a brutha ask you for the right to remain silencewhile I'm breaking this message downin factit pays to learn and listenbecause there is stories being toldyou don't know what you missinginstead chatting out loud and being boldand to us, you are literally dissinlet some these strong minds, and words that cause movementsbring light to your darkness

BUT YA'LL DON'T HEAR ME over you hearing YOURSELVESand once again,a messenger is passing messages,words to food and food for thought towards good healthI'm not bitterfar from a haterjust a poet,performing in free show bizSo listenand maybe just maybe,YOU'LL GET THE MESSAGE........

Friday, December 16, 2011

I wish I could be part of you,close to externally and internally,the bone marrow to the epidermis skin level of youthat Divine art and the part that are sculpted pieces of youso I can always be with you in so many waysso you will knowthat I'm there for youand with youat every ticking minute towards moving moments of youdawns early light to the closing of the dayNow there are times I have to draw a linecause I know you need your spacebut the way I want to be part of youis the blinking pause when love is at a continuous playtrying to be a CAUSE just becauseI'm being a PART OF YOU

I wish I could be the blanket that keeps you warmheavy on your features,protecting goose bumps during freezingholding you heavenly like you see in movies and pictureswarming you to until I over heat youthis what I mean about being aPART OF YOU

I wish I was the towel drying you offjealous I getthinking about that 70% cotton, 30% Terri clothtouching and absorbing your fresh skinpressing moisture back withinpatting and rubbing all areas( some more than others)and trying hold tight in your bare nakednesswhile you're applying your skin so softI'll be the last dry off to wipe off slow touching tweakon water spots, close to drying spotsdayum if this towel could only speakI be the super absorbency on your serenitythat's tickle of that last shower drop tricklebringing your chesticles to full high beam on your mountains peakagainjust another reasonI'm explaining why I want to beaPART OF YOU

If I can only be your ringthe one on that clingson the third finger next to pinkie on the left hand sidethe one that have has the love connection through vein intersections flowing through our love lineswhere placing rings on would be just the startclosing the tides, the distance is side by sidelove signals shooting directly to your beating hearta finders claima commitment followed by a last nameIn God HE Saysannouncing us articulately pronouncing us,WE!denouncing the last day of two single flesh,to a union in front of a denominationthe glare and sparklethat make you giggle to smiles that bubblea happiness, no one could take from SHEI want to give you the same attention you give to your ringlike the ring gives to youthat ring is meto fit you properlytaking care of you responsiblynever having a reason of letting go of meboasting and braggin and showing meletting others approaching you know, they can't replace this thinga glimmer that makes sunlight shimmer, always falling in love til she cryholding up in the sky close to the suns eyeeven with undone nails, hands still looking flywhen she is sporting I....her ringthe day I presented the ringon bended kneeyou wear mewithout leaving meyour ringand that is me the me that is.....A PART OF YOU

You must be African/Goddess of the mother landCause only skin with that kind of beautyMust come from the purest of Sierra Sands/I'm a wondering manLooking to have your handIt was God's plan
I know HE must be shaking his head with pride/cause he added too much sugar and spice/with everything nice/He's actually jealous-that you're not by his side/Prideful woman of waters clear as falls from- melting glaciers/
The day you enter my life,/was the day you made this man from a boy,and a sinner to a savior/the answer to my sleeping prayers/let me look through the 12 month calendarto see which days in the yearis dedicated to ISIS day, The birth of my Rib
looking forward to celebrate to end of my daysA wonderful sculpture you area radiant light in reflection/you put a smile and warmth on the sun's faceeven the moon comes out during the daytime-just to receive such vibrant affection/
I never seen beauty captivatemakeup aisles/from just your smileWhere Products bowas you walk by/Lotions stand in a perfect line/hoping you pick them to grace your skin/in ethnic foundation without make up linesunbelievable to mans eyesits no surprise when I....say

You are a flower surrounded by rosesSo I call you my "Star Gazer Lilly"/
the gift to me /that was born from the side of me/I would give another bone for you in my body just to make another clone of you/just to wake up to you all over again, with you laying beside meI sleep to a dreamers dream,/ so in my dreams your kisses-give my lips something to moan too/
Setting my heart alarm to you/so I can get up early than you/to look down as you sleep-and continue to adore on you/

Mi Amore Tu'I love you more than my first and last day on earth/
and for the time I spent and wasted without you-the tax return of you to me,was indeed my money's worth/Would it be over doing itif I greeted you on my knees/bow to you like a servantkissing your hand in stealing taste of a dairy queen/
Rise by your command/stand proud as your man/and rule in our first born land (Africa)/I can see it,/I'm your King,You're my Queen/but you'll be the words I'm speaking/the strength and inspiration to a kingdom I leading/
We can start our on tribe/that will walk on trails/and not on trials/Speak on truths/not spoken with lies/and no faults will truth on false/that makes you my queen and my spiritual walk/and not the tail end of a cold mans heart/

ISIS,queen of seduction through verbal stimulation's/you got my soul on fire where the very tip of my standing volcano,has me erupting,-but only through your bodies communication/no penetrationI just pen for relation....ships

ISIS,Can you kiss me like you do in my dreams/where your lips have a hold on me like hands/your tongue moves through my mouth likea tribal dances/and when you release your lips from mine/
I taste fruits when I lick, exhaling in hot /and I inhale in the hottest cold creams/

Why life is a waste without you/I know I can't do without you/you are the MADE in mankind/a lost treasure worth the find/and the earth is motherless without youIsisNefertitiCleopatraEbony queen

please continue to beour mothersand the weight of our race the Queen to me

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Her voice blocked my attention
like blinders on a horsetook away everything I heard like loud quietness in space
then she kissed me
kissed me with passion that made all discrepancies
look righteous againanxiously
my hands grabbed hold of her backside
and my strength raised her with strong arms like a forklift
her waist was then aligned to my waist
our moans heated February with wind currents from July's weather
the taste of sweetness from her tongue to mine
was a stimulating disguise of me kissing moscato wines
I watched her watch me with both of us in closed eyes
we stood to the balancing acts of strong legs wrapped and locking
and me holding for life with this life, was locking tension in my arms
we sway to my throbbing muscles and her secreting communicationwe stood there, in the middle of everywhere
dancing to the flashing street lights, car horns
and pass bye rs chanting this couple kissing like the big red commercial
this was not planned nor rehearsed
A planted cursed that started with eye contacts
and a lot of smilingfor a while now our lips danced the waltzand tongues dueled to a symphony
lips came to a stop as we released in silence
but loud enough for dogs to hear
and avalanche's to occur in snow filled glaciers
That was the end of hologram like passion
that was the end of us caught in the moment by ourselves
stopping started crying in sadness
crying with a memories of happiness
smiling in my painted tears
hoping to Kiss her again in the next full months of winterglobal warming whenever we bonddreaming for this in bended knee and prayers
soon I suppose,soon as our warm kisses hit the minty cold
soon as the brisk air and snow appears again......Hoping!